Ghost (Evil Dead MC 5)

“Stop teasing me. You know that was all just fun.”

“Um hmm. It better be.”

“So, what’s the deal with them? She his ol’ lady?”

Ghost snorted. “Not hardly. But it ain’t from lack of tryin’ on his part. She won’t have anything to do with him, though.”

“Why’s that?”

He shrugged, grinning. “Cause she’s a smart girl. Hell, I don’t know, why don’t you ask her?”

Her chin came up. “Maybe I will.”

“Oh, Lord.” He rolled his eyes.

“So, tell me more about this Ashley chick.”

Ghost took a hit off his beer bottle, his eyes on her. “Told you, nothin’ to tell.”

“She said she missed you. That’s not nothing, Ghost.”

He shook his head. “Drop it, Jess. She’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried.”

“Good. Then we can stop talking about her.”

Jessie rolled her eyes. If only it were that easy. Is that really how men thought women’s minds worked? Nope. Not even a little.

One of his brothers walked up and leaned into Ghost’s ear, telling him something she couldn’t hear. He listened intently, their eyes connecting as the man pulled back. Ghost nodded, and the guy glanced to her before walking away.

When he was gone, Jess asked, “What was that about?”

Ghost looked at her and shook his head. “You don’t get to question everything, Jess. Not anything that has to do with the club. Understand?”

“Fine. Whatever.”

It was Ghost’s turn to roll his eyes. “There’s that word again.”

“Well, what do you want me to say? It’s not fine? Is that what you want to hear?”

“Just shut up and let’s go.”

“Fine,” she bit out just to be antagonistic.

Of course it didn’t work with Ghost. He just huffed out a laugh and led her out the door.

“Where are we going?”

“My place. You’re tired, right?”

She nodded. “Where’s your place? I thought maybe you stayed here.”

“At the clubhouse? Hell no. I’d never get any sleep. I got a place over near the airport.”

At that, she frowned. “The airport?”

“Yeah, the airport, Jess. Why?”